Bang, I'm so trill and you ain't Cut it down, bitch I can't (I can't help it) See how I do it, I'm so hood Cut it off, go Hollywood, bitch I would if
And every hood in the world discussin' me I hated once when I didn't give it up to Neef It's Neef Buck (Neef Buck!) Out the cut (Out the cut!) All the
leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No offense, I'll put your face
bitch You can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut You was suckin' for so long, talkin' your little neck up Now you too big for your britches
See my hand, got the money countin careless Couldn't find a bigger star than in Dallas And the Pistons ain't the only one with rings in (The Palace) Do your
If you single, put your hands up If you single, put your hands up If you single, put your If you single tonight, tonight If you single, put your hands
pumped you and told you to come romp with me you the type to run your mouth and then run from me I'm poppin' off in your hood with no company come on
and with your little cheap chain and uncomfortable hang you from the side of a building till see you been lame? yo why'd you cut it off for? don't you
your poncho To seek me on my TMO, I get you mo slow The good life beats side of my condo You know the name ask Jermaine on cut though Wooh, you talking
No matter what goes on They may not agree, they may not understand But God got a plan, to put the mic in my hand and his hand and that hand And ideas,
think your albums haven't sold more? [Busta Rhymes] Well baby, the nature of the business is unstable Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your
need some dancin', I need some dancin' Will you clap your hands? Can you clap your hands? Can you clap your hands? My love, clap your hands I wanna
you in a scissor fight I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone On principle alone Hey megalomaniac You're no Jesus Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis Wash your hands
no question, the master Villain in black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from every direction Your head and your shoulder, area your midsection
We'd be headin' in the terminal gate Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy Taxi to the terminal zone Cut your engines, cool your wings And let me
climbed up on Samson's knee Said,"Tell me, where your strength lies, if you please" She spoke so kind and she talked so fair Well, Samson said,"Delilah cut off
a song about a face Think about a photograph That you really can't remember but you can't erase Wash your hands in dreams and lightning Cut off your
Green beemer, lightin cheeba Side swipe adina dressed like a liter style off the meter Play towards regulate laws with heavyweight broads Don't jock niggaz who floss, money ain't yours